I can't even remember if I mentioned that another pregnant stray showed up on our doorstep. Anyway, three weeks ago, she had four kittens, all gingers like mum. Mamma had a long labour, and she didn't take the umbilical off of three of them, so me and Nin did that. And so everything's been fine since that first crisis, till lat night. There was an accident. I can't type out details or I'll cry again. We thought it was some bad cuts and maybe a sprained leg, so took him to the vet first thing. Turned out he had broken his back. We had to have put to sleep. He didn't even have a name yet. He was so very tiny.

This is the 6th litter, along with mamas, they we've taken in over the last 5 years, and of all those kittens, we've lost two, so I know we've been extremely fortunate, but like our vet said this morning, no wants to be a statistic. It was all just very traumatic.

I need to get out of the house I'm living in, because it's affecting my peace of mind. The tenant upstairs is destroying the house, and the house is falling apart. (My Dad owns it, that's the kicker) Bad situation, and my Dad thinks I'm going to buy it. No way, right now.